There is a guy named Zack
who has a big rack
and likes to smack
the sack
of a man named Jack
(who often quacks)
with a knick knack
called a thumb tack
and likes to whack
his crack.
It makes him want to gack
like when he was in Iraq
and was hit with flack
while he was getting back
and thinking of a Big Mac
for his favorite snack
and wanting to yack
on a guy that's black
then rape his yak
while sucking its cack
and drinking a daque
that was in the pack
of a guy named Thwack
that does lack
his favorite kayak
and other brick brack.

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